[He was always Noctis'. From the moment King Regis introduced them. The sense of belonging grew and shaped itself differently through the years. Sometimes in nice shapes- friends, brothers- sometimes in not so nice- advisor, a constant reminder of how things are; of what things are. Ignis is proud of everything he is, and he'd be lying if he said that Noctis didn't make him who he is.
It is selfish to even think it, so he will never say it, but Ignis would go through his death again if it meant keeping Noctis safe. What Noctis is to him, can't be put into words.]
And I might enable you.
[Ignis smiles, hands wrapping around Noct's waist and holding him close, pressed against himself. Perhaps he does belong here, in his lap. And Ignis wouldn't have it any other way.]
Every single time they're this close he feels something within him tighten, clench almost painfully, like it's preparing for the eventual heartache the movement is sure to bring. Building a wall around his heart, guarding it from the pain that has to be in his future.
But then he feels it, that steady beat that doesn't come from his own chest, but against it. And he knows it, better than he knows himself. There's a warmth that comes with it, gentle and comforting, and every single doubt falls away.
Because he knows what lengths Ignis went to just to keep him by his side. And he knows that he won't give this up so easily.]
It wouldn't take much.
[Just like it doesn't take much to draw him to the curve of Ignis' neck, the pale skin practically calling out for his attention. Lips running across the point where his pulse pounds so strongly, pressing against it softly before attaching.]
[Noctis is right, he wouldn't give this up easily- unless Noct wanted him gone. Ignis major and only goal was to always make sure Noct is safe and happy. Nothing else mattered. The fact that his feelings for him returned is just icing on the cake.
He feels so lucky.]
Probably... I am weak to you...
[In every sense of that word. He gasps softly when Noct's lips find the pulse point on his neck, swallowing thickly and fingers gripping just a tad bit tighter onto Noct. This is dangerous... so dangerously addicting.]
This, what was growing exponentially between them with every beat of their hearts was dangerous. So far beyond anything they ever should have allowed themselves to have. They should have controlled themselves. Should have been a King and his adviser instead of falling into this pit of madness. Only it was so deep and they were already too far gone to ever find their way back out.
Ignis' lips were addictive. His kiss. His touch. Already Noctis craved it, wanted that heat against his skin. Wanted to know what every part of this man tasted like. How every part would feel beneath his mouth. Desire settled over him like a heady fog, fell down around him and clouded his judgement. Until all he could think about was getting his next fix.
Teeth scraped lightly against the flesh as Ignis spoke his name. Tongue flicked across it, soothing the ache before retreating. Before pressing a long line of kisses across that slender neck, until he could reclaims Ignis mouth for his own. Until he could sigh into the kiss. Moan into it.
They were getting carried away. Because as weak for him as Ignis was, Noctis' own resolve was far worse.]
Ignis. [It's little more than a breathless plea spoken against lips, like he doesn't quite know what to do next. Only that he wants more.]
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It is selfish to even think it, so he will never say it, but Ignis would go through his death again if it meant keeping Noctis safe. What Noctis is to him, can't be put into words.]
And I might enable you.
[Ignis smiles, hands wrapping around Noct's waist and holding him close, pressed against himself. Perhaps he does belong here, in his lap. And Ignis wouldn't have it any other way.]
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Every single time they're this close he feels something within him tighten, clench almost painfully, like it's preparing for the eventual heartache the movement is sure to bring. Building a wall around his heart, guarding it from the pain that has to be in his future.
But then he feels it, that steady beat that doesn't come from his own chest, but against it. And he knows it, better than he knows himself. There's a warmth that comes with it, gentle and comforting, and every single doubt falls away.
Because he knows what lengths Ignis went to just to keep him by his side. And he knows that he won't give this up so easily.]
It wouldn't take much.
[Just like it doesn't take much to draw him to the curve of Ignis' neck, the pale skin practically calling out for his attention. Lips running across the point where his pulse pounds so strongly, pressing against it softly before attaching.]
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He feels so lucky.]
Probably... I am weak to you...
[In every sense of that word. He gasps softly when Noct's lips find the pulse point on his neck, swallowing thickly and fingers gripping just a tad bit tighter onto Noct. This is dangerous... so dangerously addicting.]
Noct... [he exhales, eyes closed in pleasure.]
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This, what was growing exponentially between them with every beat of their hearts was dangerous. So far beyond anything they ever should have allowed themselves to have. They should have controlled themselves. Should have been a King and his adviser instead of falling into this pit of madness. Only it was so deep and they were already too far gone to ever find their way back out.
Ignis' lips were addictive. His kiss. His touch. Already Noctis craved it, wanted that heat against his skin. Wanted to know what every part of this man tasted like. How every part would feel beneath his mouth. Desire settled over him like a heady fog, fell down around him and clouded his judgement. Until all he could think about was getting his next fix.
Teeth scraped lightly against the flesh as Ignis spoke his name. Tongue flicked across it, soothing the ache before retreating. Before pressing a long line of kisses across that slender neck, until he could reclaims Ignis mouth for his own. Until he could sigh into the kiss. Moan into it.
They were getting carried away. Because as weak for him as Ignis was, Noctis' own resolve was far worse.]
Ignis. [It's little more than a breathless plea spoken against lips, like he doesn't quite know what to do next. Only that he wants more.]